Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“Yes.” I nod. “When I opened Abby’s office door and saw you there, the attraction hit me like a bus.”
She picks up her glass and sips from it in an effort to hide a smile, but it’s a fail.
Silence is an attorney’s worst enemy, so I keep talking, “I don’t have to tell you how stunning you are, and you’re brilliant. You’re accomplished. All of it makes me want you, Carrie.”
“You want to make love to me?”
The question is so innocent and filled with a tenderness that doesn’t reflect all the things…the filthy things… I ache to do to her, so I just nod.
Her eyes search my face, but they don’t find what they’re looking for because she gazes up to the ceiling as if the heavens will drop the answers she needs.
“You must think it’s bizarre that I haven’t done it yet.” She lowers her chin to lock eyes with me. “I have my reasons, but suffice it to say that I have a plan worked out to take care of it.”
All I need to hear is that the plan involves a bed and me sometime today.
The question is begging to be asked, and my curiosity needs an answer, so I go for it. “What’s the plan?”
“Nitespark,” she spits that out. “It’s an app. You can hookup with people on it for sex.”
“I’m aware.” Now is not the time to delve into the fact that my younger brother is shepherding that enterprise.
“I signed up for it a few days ago.”
Not what I wanted to hear after confessing that I want to fuck her raw, but I listen because she may be leading me down a path that will end with my cock buried deep inside of her.
“All right,” I say in a level tone.
“I have sex scheduled into my life plan on my thirtieth birthday.”
There was snow on the ground when Abby made the call to order the lavender roses, so if she’s holding out until then, I’m going to need a hell of a lot more lube to keep up the self-satisfaction routine I’ve been engaging in lately.
“You’re going to have sex with a stranger months from now on your thirtieth birthday,” I summarize. “That’s the plan?”
Her hand runs over her chin before it sets on a slow path down the front of her neck. It’s a move that shouldn’t look as graceful as it does since she’s wearing a T-shirt, but it’s sensual. It’s fucking hot.
“I think maybe it was the plan.”
Was.
One small word that contains so much promise… so much goddamn promise for me.
“We would need rules if we do it.” Her head shakes slightly. “If we make love. We have to have rules, Rook.”
I’d ask what rules, but who the fuck am I kidding? I’ll agree to them all. Hell, I’ll swear to it in open court if it gets me in her bed.
“Of course, Carrie,” I assure her.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
I spot the server on the approach again, and this time, I need a refill, so I warn Carrie in advance. “I’m going to grab another drink. Are you sure you’re fine with water?”
A tiny smile tugs at her lips. “May I have a glass of champagne? In a way, this feels like a celebration.”
Jesus. She’s so fucking perfect.
“Two glasses of champagne,” I tell the server as soon as she’s next to me.
“Neat,” she says.
Carrie’s smile widens.
“If we crack open the best bottle we have, you’ll have to pay for the whole thing,” the server says. “It’s expensive.”
“It’s worth every penny.” I don’t tear my gaze from Carrie. “We’re toasting to something very special.”
“In that case, I’ll bring the bottle.”
She takes off, eager to grab our order.
Carrie sets both hands on the table. I see the slight tremor in them. I want to reach across and take her hands in mine to quiet her fears, but before I can, she’s raking her fingers through her hair.
I watch silently, my fingers itching to follow the same path as hers.
I imagine her beneath me, her skin covered with a fine mist of sweat, her body aching from the hours I’ve spent bringing her to the edge.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks quietly, breaking into my thoughts.
“You,” I answer honestly.
“It’s okay if we do this, right?” Her voice is low, the tone laced with concern. “If we have sex once, it’s not going to change anything between you and my sister. Your friendship with Declan won’t be impacted. We’ll each go on with our lives, and no one will ever know what we did.”
I rub a hand over my jaw. I was hoping for more than once, but she’s already altering her life plan to give me the gift of being her first. I’m a greedy bastard, but I’ll take what I can get and what she’s willing to give.